Subject: Epitaphs (Page 29)

His faults are buried with him beneath this stone. His virtues (if he had any) are remembered by his friends.

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Here lies the body of Robert Gordon, mouth almighty and teeth according. Stranger tread lightly on this wonder, if he opens his mouth you are gone to thunder.

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She lived with her husband for 50 years, and died in the confident hope of a better life.

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Here lies Granny Beth Sue Choked to death On Redman Chew

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Slip McVey – He might a be here today – But rum, whisky an a bad gun – Put him away.

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Peter Letig was his name, Heaven I hope his station, Baltimore was his dwelling place and Christ is his salvation.

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“I See Dumb People”

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Office upstairs.

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The dame that rests beneath this tomb, had Rachel's beauty, Leah's fruitful womb, Abigail's wisdom, Lydia's faithful heart, Martha's just care, and Mary's better part.

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Here lays Butch. We planted him raw. He was quick on the trigger – But slow on the draw.

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Here lies the body of our Anna, Done to death by a banana. It wasn't the fruit that laid her low, But the skin of the thing that made her go.

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Here lies the body of John Round. Lost at sea and never found.

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She loved me and my grandchildren reverenced her. She bathed my feet and kept my socks well darned.

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Here lies old Aunt Hannah Proctor who purged but didn't call the doctor: she couldn't stay, she had to go praise God from whom all blessings flow.

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He looked for gold and died of lead poison

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Here lieth, underneath these stones, The Beard, the Flesh, and eke the Bones Of Wrexham's Clerk, old Daniel Jones.

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The land I cleared is now my grave. Think well, my friends, how you behave

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Here lies the body of Sarah Sexton – She was a wife that never vexed one. – But I can't say as much for the one at the next stone.

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A zealous locksmith died of late, and did not enter Heaven’s gate. But stood without and would not knock , because he meant to pick the lock.

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Here lies England's premier baron, patiently awaiting the last trump.

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In memory of Henry Wang, son of his, Father and mother, John and Maria Wang. Died Dec. 31st 1829 … The first deposit of this yard.

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